Here’s how I celebrated National Coming Out Day:
After dancing and drinking and eating and celebrating and sleeping (some) and celebrating more with family and friends who flew in and drove in from California, Wisconsin and Texas … half of whom crashed in our basement 🙂 … Kelly and I packed the Prius and took a honeymoon road trip from Chicago, Illinois to Asheville, North Carolina.
If you follow such things, you may realize this put us in Asheville THREE DAYS after legal marriage reached the same-sex couples in that state! We told EVERYONE we just got married – and they were elated. “Did you get married HERE?!” they all asked. All of them. Proudly. “No, we got married in Chicago,” we told them. “We’re here for our Honeymoon!”
Champagne and chocolates awaited us in our room the first night.
I penned a few thoughts about marriage that first morning, looking out on this:
Someday, I’ll share those thoughts – about marriage itself, weddings, lifelong commitment, and agitating to be seen as a whole human being capable of love and family – but today is not the day. Today, I’m less reflective than all that. Today, I’m simply happy.
Our first full day in town, it poured down rain . . . but . . . we had a spa day planned, a spa DAY. I had never taken a whole day at a spa, or – let’s be real – even four full hours, Wow. Let it rain!
We dressed up that night. I wore a dress, which I rarely do — I know, twice in one week?! Our waiter gave us free dessert.
But my FAVORITE days were when we hiked.
… when we had tea at the Biltmore …
(very Harry Potter-esque, don’t you think?)
… and, of course, when we discovered that we’d booked the wrong dates in our second hotel, got marked as a no-show, and took the only room they had available:
(I know: You’re hurting for us, right?)
“My friend just got married at the courthouse on Friday!” the young woman told us when she checked us in. We shared her excitement and her pride, and soon learned that her friend – and colleague – was among the first 19 couples to be wed in Asheville. What a moment to be gay, and alive, and here, and wed.
They gifted us with red wine, balloons, truffles and local honey.
“Love wins,” they say in North Carolina.
With every fiber of my being, I agree.